A fellow Beachwalk Babe threatened a spanking—okay more a light slap on the butt—for those of us who let the doubt peck away at our souls (you know who you are missy :D). I mock, but she’s absolutely right. Let’s just stop for a minute and think. You’ve written a book. A whole, bleedin’ book. That, on its own, is an accomplishment. Give yourself a huge pat on the back for getting this far, some never do. And even more are still working on it.
Now consider this—and bear in mind I still have these doubts myself—if your book wasn’t any good, would it have sold? Would your CP have told you it rocked? Would your editor have given it the time of day? More importantly, would you have written it in the first place?
We all struggle with nerves, especially knowing something you poured your heart into will be out in the open for others to praise or criticise. I’m sure the nearer my release day gets, I’ll morph into a sack of jangling kabooble. Yeah, I made that word up, but the point is, why stress? There are other stories to pen, different avenues to help us improve. I guess my point of today’s post is let’s not sweat the small stuff. The most important thing is writing the best story you can and hoping others will love it as much as you do.
P.S. (Just to make you all jealous). When I pre-scheduled this post I was in dreary Scotland, digging out my winter wardrobe as it seemed the sun has buggered off again. By the time you all read this I’ll be sunning myself in Lanzarote, sipping a cocktail or two on the beach, wondering why the hell I had doubts in the first place. Moral of the story, the cure for nerves and self-doubt can be found in the bottom of a glass of sex on the beach or some other kinky concoction :o)
Have a good one :o)